with many tretnors that I say I can- not like them. It is with real timidity that I whisper that "Adam and Eve," his latest creation, seems to me even more tedious than its forerunners. Perhaps it would have been better if I had just gone on talking about paper- cutters. A paper-cutter has no friends. I am, you see, a burned, even a SIZ- zled, child. I know what happens when you hint, no matter how softly and with how many apologies for your own worm-like blindness, that you cannot like the books of certain authors whose friends are legion. Some day, when we know each other better, I should like to show you those let- ters I got for saying out in public that I was unable to read the works of Cabell. If you are sure you are over sixteen, I will let you look at those letters. Some of them had to be written on asbestos. The fear of God is in me, since those mails came in. Henceforth, I promise to do what I can to remedy my sin. Any night, now, watch out for an individual torchlight proces- sion, bearing a snow-white standard on which is emblazoned the slogan: "For President of the United States-James Branch Cabell." -CONSTANT READER MOR.E BOOKS ' B oss" TWEED! Two hundred and fifty pounds of flesh, the small, hot eyes of a wary elephant stuffing into a little mouth beneath a long trunk-like nose, thirty million dollars in thirty months. Vaguely remem- bered cartoons by Thomas Nast in old bound numbers of Harper's Weekly and a dim reproach in post-Civil War histories were all the average person knew of the Big Boss. But now Denis Lynch, in "'Boss' Tweed," has given us a huge portrait of the man with a background of an incredible New York, aNew York of sixty years ago, as unknown to its present inhabi- tants as the jungle. Fifteen thousand penniless children roamed the streets, homeless waifs and strays who were as wild as young wol ves. Rich New Yorkers in plush and velvet sat at home under blazing gaslights and advertised in the local papers for female children to do house- work, "preferably not under twelve years." Mrs. Restell, nicknamed "Madame Killer," also advertised as a "female physician and midwife," collected a fortune she counted in mil- lions, built a palace on Fifth A venue, 117 -The authentic "AL u SMITH biography- . . . By NORMAN HAPGOOD & HENRY MOSKOWITZ This impartial, accurate, and stirring story of the life of Al Smith is based on personal contact with the Governor. The authors have had access to family and political records, as well as to state papers. Illustrated by photographs, cartoons, original drawings, etc. $2.50 HARCOURT, BRACE & COMPANY, NEW YORK AUTOMOBILE SALON Presenting the Aristocracy of M otordo'ln COMMODORE HOTEL, New York November 27 -December 3, 1927 DRAKE HOTEL HOTEL BILTMORE PALACE HOTEL Chicago Los Angeles San FrancIsco January 28- February 11..18, 1928 February 2;- February 4, 1928 March 3, 1928 HE AUTOMOBILE SALON presents annually to a discriminating and dis.. tínguished clientele, all that is really meritorious in high..grade motor cars, custom coach work, and the various accessories thereto, admirably staged in a beautiful and appropriate setting, and on a scale commensurate with the im.. portance and character of the products exhibited. Six nations, England, France, Belgium, Italy, Germany and the United States, are represented this season. EXHIBITING CUNNINGHAM ISOTTA FRASCHINI MERCEDES MINERVA RENAULT ROLLS-ROYCE EXHIBITED BY COACHMAKERS FRANKLIN LINCOLN PIERCE-ARROW LA SALLE PACKARD STEARNS-KNIGHT STUTZ COACHWORK EXHIBITS BY FISHER JUDKINS FLEETWOOD LE BARON HOLBROOK LOCKE DIETRICH CADILLAC CHRYSLER 80 BREWSTER BRUNN DERHAM ROLLSTON SALA WEYMANN WILLOUGHBY The World's Finest Motor Cars